I have already chosen what You Will.
Father, I thought I wandered from Your Will, defied it, broke its laws, and interposed a second will more powerful than Yours. Yet what I am in truth is but Your Will, extended and extending.
WHAT I AM IN TRUTH IS BUT YOUR WILL, EXTENDED AND EXTENDING.
Yes!
This am I, and this will never change.
WHAT I AM IN TRUTH IS BUT YOUR WILL, EXTENDED AND EXTENDING.
As You are One, so am I one with You. And this I chose in my creation, where my will became forever one with Yours. That choice was made for all eternity. It cannot change, and be in opposition to itself. Father, my will is Yours. And I am safe, untroubled and serene, in endless joy, because it is Your Will that it be so.
Today we will accept our union with each other and our Source We have no will apart from His, and all of us are one because His Will is shared by all of us. Through it we recognize that we are one. Through it we find our way at last to God.
Today I want to introduce you to my new friend Bianca, the owner of pause coffee wine bar here in Wisconsin. She’s a certified alien:
Seriously. This chick is not from this planet at all! She’s from a galaxy far far away. Being an alien myself, I recognized her immediately as one of my own. LOL.
I love you Bianca!
Last week I watched her bring herself and her mother back to life. No ordinary feat (as her mother killed herself when Bianca was 16, and before that she hadn’t seen her mother since she was 12, and even then it was just a glimpse through a schoolyard) but I watched her bring herself and her mother back to life with grace and ease. She was transported back to 1968. Literally. She took a trip back (not by any decision of her own, by rather, was catapulted back 40 years) and she actually met the characters back there, and physically shook their hands and talked with them. She sat with them and listened to their stories. She got to see first-hand what actually happened back there while her mother was still alive. This is no concept, and no nighttime dream, and no imaginary story I am telling you. This all happened during daylight hours while Bianca’s eyes were wide-open.
All the people who knew her mother began appearing in physical form. And they’ve got amazing stories to tell.
And then there are the letters! Oh, the letters! Amazing love letters! Letters that her mother sent to Bianca and her brother over the years, but which her father destroyed before they got a chance to read them. Her grandmother (her mother’s mother) had made photocopies of all the letters before they were sent, probably realizing they might be destroyed.
“A year of sobriety has passed, and I am finally able to write to my babies. I have never for a moment stopped loving you two. You both are the first thoughts every morning. Your names are on my lips all day long and you are in my prayers at night before I go to sleep. Remember many people love you both. I know this won’t be easy at first – REMEMBER THAT I NEVER STOPPED LOVING YOU. I will never forget my angels, how sick I was from my addiction and how I allowed my addiction to come first. I never meant that to happen. Remember I love you. I’m your mother.”
Handwritten love letters that go on for pages. And journals. And newsletters. And poetry. And lyrics. She also discovered a coffee house called Jawbone (right around the frigging corner from pause! a coffeehouse! of all things!) where her mom spent all her days with people who wanted to change the world, along with an album from musicians from the Jawbone coffeehouse that you can still buy online. We went to the “Jawbone” a few days ago: it’s a cigar shop now, but you can see what it would have been in the 70s. And it all just materialized out of nowhere … because Bianca asked for this to happen.
What Bianca learned is that the story she has been telling herself all these years (that her mother was a drug-addict horrible woman who abandoned her) didn’t happen the way she thought it happened. Her mother was in love with everyone, and quite seriously couldn’t understand the madness and insanity that is this world. Her mother wanted to know “Where is God in all of this?” (during Vietnam)
Bianca got to go back there and see the landscape with her own eyes. She got to meet her mother. What she discovered was that her mother is a extraordinary woman with a heart filled with love … and that she never left her … and that she’s been watching over her all these years and is with her now.
This is from Bianca’s facebook:
…stop.laughing.kiddo! The biggest challenge that I am facing right now is creating the exact.correct words to convey just how hilarious.perfect.monumental.miraculous this entire situation is. Every time I start thinking about how fucking insane it all is, I just start laughing. It was too easy. All those years, all those awfully painful years, just became worth it. All those awfully.painful.years just disappeared with this Jawbone discovery. Isn’t that funny? Well, I’m laughing about it, so it must be funny. But what’s also very funny is that I feel like I always knew that my mother was involved in a WISCONSIN.DELLS.COFFEE.HOUSE.1968. I feel like I always knew it. But I didn’t. But it feels like there was no.time. (there is no time) between not knowing and knowing. I feel like I snipped out all those years. I feel like I have been happy all of my life. I.Already.Knew.That. Hmm. I need to work on this. It still isn’t conveying just how In.cred.ible. T.H.I.S. … I.S. —-
T.H.I.S … I.S. —
“I feel like I have been happy all my life.”
Quite an amazing accomplishment coming from someone who’s been telling me for the past month about her horrible, hated, and awful childhood with her treacherous parents.
Jesus says that time is a tiny trick, a sleight of hand. He says “the miracle minimizes the need for time” and that you can travel back to before an event (in Bianca’s case, 40 years, back to 1968) and alter the sequence and everything that came after. The memories get erased and are replaced with something else. Like deleting information from a computer chip. You hit a button … and whatever was on that chip deletes from the file forever.
You can absolutely travel anywhere into the past or future and alter events. Easily and effortlessly because time is not sequential and does not exist. You are a Mind. You are Spirit. You’re not a body. You can go anywhere you please: past, present, future – to before an event, after an event, you can drop in anywhere – 40 years ago, 40 years from now, 2000 years ago, 2000 years from now … and you’ll be in that space. Literally. Physically.
And when you can do this, you’ll know there is no world.
From Chapter 1, Section 3:
The miracle is a learning device which lessens the need for time. The sudden shifts from horizontal to vertical perception which the miracle entails introduces an interval from which the doer and the receiver both emerge much farther along in time than they would otherwise have been.
A miracle has thus the unique property of abolishing time by rendering the space of time it occupies unnecessary. There is NO relation between the time a miracle TAKES and the time it COVERS. It substitutes FOR learning that might have taken thousands of years. It does this by the underlying recognition of perfect equality and holiness between doer and receiver on which the miracle rests. It is unstable, but perfectly consistent, e., it does not occur predictably across time, and it rarely occurs in comparable forms. But within ITSELF it is perfectly consistent. Since it contains NOTHING BUT an acknowledgment of equality and worth, all parts ARE equal. This establishes the prerequisite for validity.
We said before that the miracle abolishes time. It does this by a process of COLLAPSING it. It thus abolishes certain INTERVALS within it. It does this, however, WITHIN the larger temporal sequence.
The validity of the miracle, then, is PREDICTIVE, not logical, within the temporal schema. It establishes an out-of-pattern time interval, which is NOT under the usual laws of time. Only in this sense is it timeless. By collapsing time, it literally saves time, much the way “daylight saving time” does. It rearranges the distribution of light.
ha!
The miracle is the only device which man has at his immediate disposal for controlling time. Only the Revelation TRANSCENDS it, having nothing to do with time at all. The miracle is much like the body, in that both are learning aids which aim at facilitating a state in which they are unnecessary. When the Soul is finally in the original state of direct communication, neither the body nor the miracle serves any purpose.
While he is IN the body, however, man can choose between loveless and miraculous channels of creativity. He can create an empty shell (see previous reference), but he DOES NOT create nothing at all. He can wait, delay, paralyze himself, reduce his creativity almost to nothing, and even introduce a real developmental arrest or regression. But he CANNOT abolish his creativity. He CAN destroy his medium of communication, but NOT his potential.
The basic decision of the miracle-minded is NOT to wait on time any longer than is necessary. Time can waste, as well as be wasted. The miracle-worker, therefore, accepts the time-control factor of the miracle gladly, because he knows that every collapse of time brings all men closer to the ultimate RELEASE from time, in which the Son and the Father ARE one.
And of course, this IS today’s lesson: I have already chosen what You Will.
Today we will accept our union with each other and our Source We have no will apart from His, and all of us are one because His Will is shared by all of us. Through it we recognize that we are one. Through it we find our way at last to God.
Today is pause-giving (Thanksgiving at pause). A time to PAUSE and GIVE THANKS, and eat a Thanksgiving feast.
WOW! I have read your lesson twice now, going back later to read it again…Chock
full of info I want to “Pause”..and remember…Thanks for such an awesome sharing..
En~joy!!!!!
Lisa, Lisa Bo-Bisa, Banana-Fana Fo-Fisa!
I absolutely love you, I love Bianca, I love your cat and your employers and I think life is absolutely spectacular, delicious, tremendously groovy…and I’m not from here, either =)
I don’t know which planet I’m supposed to have come from, but it ain’t this one!
Today is the best day ever, but will likely be overshadowed by the splendor of tomorrow when it arrives and becomes today!
good morning, well it is here and I am so happy to hear about another ‘alien – siting ‘. Ain’t we grand.
I love it.
I always knew I didn’t belong here, that I wasn’t from here… and I used to get upset about it…
Now who cares!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love this post.
I love the idea that time is a sleight of hand…
I love that I can go from a dream of a horizontal life
to a vertical reality.
I want what she’s having… Bianca has become my new best friend.
I love that we get to share this here.
I love all of you.
I am so outta here…
love,
gem.
lisa,
and you wanted to go to starbucks ! we are laughing now.
love you
max
I KNOW!! LOL. Yesterday i was driving my car home at noontime, and I was at the intersection near Starbucks where I would normally take a left to drive home. Right? And my car just automatically when up the ramp to the right. I wasn’t even paying attention. I was just driving. And suddenly i am parked in front of pause!!! hilarious!!! I was laughing because i had no intention to go there, and yet … there I was! Like I’m getting sucked into that place, which is just fine with me.
Bianca is as beautiful as ever.